Lyrics:
all-night wukin'
Gimme di chicken head dem, me deh yah fi di pluckin' (mmh-hmm)
See Butler deh, no gyal can't duck him
No Antoinette, no Jackie, no Suzie,
Speak up - you know what went on
How could you let it go?
It's murder you covered up
Stained blood on your soul
It's your day...
(Gary Avenell)
Down
No motion
Gary ass niggas, snail ass niggas
No motion, niggas jeffin', broke as hell all day
Your profession, I'ma get it all day
No question, in it
Well I'm headed out the back door cause I gotta itch to scratch got a lot of bills to pay cause I wanna blow my hatch make me wanna fly
Gary couldn't
*MB = Maids and Butlers
**Non-singing part
-----------------------------
MB: We Only Live to Kiss Your Ass!
Butler: Kiss it? We'll even wipe it for
So it's pretty fresh
Awful lot of fat
Only where it sat
Haven't you got poet
Or something like that?
No, you see the trouble with poet
Is
Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners
Then slide thru your hood in hoods
Me, Cliff, Patrick
Gary Grice and my man C woods
Holdin up gorilla
Two
through,
Well first off Gary got drunk fell asleep in his car til about noon
Flat Top Tony got all messed up split his lip chasing cheap perfume
Well
Gary, Indiana
I'll take you to the Copacabana
I didn't see the Chicago Fires
I only just learned about the Spanish Flu
There are some things tragedy
into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking
Lean up in my cup I'm movin'
Like Gary the Snail, hoe
Imma pull up on you, bitch
I hit you with a shell, hoe
Pineapple Prince, the Krusty bitches
You know your girl 'tryna take me
But I know it ain't the same
If you tryna pop an addy
Then you see the real shame
You know your girl 'tryna take me
die die
From what they see with Lauryn Hill
These motherfuckers are acting crazy
I've got these homies on the brink of insanity
Baby, I'm gonna come
watch fifth line still shining
I'm left this year I'm not a player
In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler
See Marvin knew it, and Sly
of them
Get that D like Gary Payton
California here, coke boys out here
Can't you see I'm high?
Stop talkin' there inmy ear
Swerving Xan too, diamonds
What Christmas Can Do For Love
Don Rosler, Gary Schreiner
Performed by Mike Harvey
There were places we’d meet
In those chilly November weeks
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
See the rate at they come down the escalator
Listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realize
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
[Excerpt of The Ed Sullivan Show on the giant screens.]
Ed Sullivan:
From Gary, Indiana, here's the youthful Jackson 5,
Opening with a medley
the mula
And you know I got it free
Perfect on my life
And we up in Italy
Amalfi with the coast
Private beach for you and me
Everything I want
From a butler
a limousine
Or at least a fancy car
But I ended up taking a taxi
'Cause that's how I got this far
You see, ten years ago it was the front seat
Drivin'
house, full of butlers and maids
No one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy
No football hero or smooth Don Juan
Got empty pockets, you see
to see if it lasts
I've been coast to coast, instead I keep coming back
So can't no one save me, from my life it's crazy
Can't pause 'cause I got no
came up in the jungle (jungle)
I can't see none of you lil' niggas, Stevie Wonder (Stevie)
She pull up and suck it, then she leave just like a plumber
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